Copypasta

I read this interesting copypasta for the first time the other day. It’s the sort of creative fiction that I love finding on the Internet: plain writing with the primary purpose of communicating a few key concepts.

It’s relatively short, so have a read:

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words.

“There was a…a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup.” I said

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies.” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked.

“Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup.” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be alright?”

“That what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. Thats good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. to you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a grammar school teacher then the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. your kids will remember you as perfect in every way.

They didnt have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly reliveved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If its any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” i said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right.”

“All the religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” you followed along as we strolled in the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “Its just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So whats the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life wont matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just dont remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic then you can possible imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. Its like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if its hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel, and when u bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of you immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you’d start remembering everything. But theres no point doing that between each life.”

“how many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An into lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “your sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“where you come from?” You pondered.

“Oh sure!” I explained. “I come from somewhere. somewhere else. and theres others like me. I know you’ll want to know what its like there but you honestly wont understand.”

“Oh.” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?”

“Sure. Happens all the time. and with both lives only aware of their own timespan you dont even know its happening.”

“So whats the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? Your asking me for the meaning of life? Isnt that a little stereotypical?”

“Well its a reasonable question.” you persisted. I looked in your eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No. just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect” “Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, theres just you, and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now your getting it.” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John wilkes Booth, too.” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” you said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

“Why?” You asked me. “why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa.” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said. “Its just…”

“An egg of sorts.” I answered. “Now its time for you to move on to your next life.” and I sent you on your way.

-The End

[stolen from 420chan]

This particular text reminds me of a religion that I designed in my last years of primary school. The only real difference being that I would have had to convince my potential followers that I could remember past lives (ie. their current lives) and somehow turn that into money and power.

More recently, I’ve wanted to make a video game based around the concept that every character is the same soul reincarnated. I feel that it would be interesting to force players to live through different lives with conflicting ideologies, and to reveal the impact of their decisions on others.

Anyhow, it’s nice to see others presenting the same ideas so well (and presumably without an ulterior motive). Go Internet!

3 thoughts on “Copypasta”

  1. I love this idea. Thinking about what is required for recording and re-interpreting every movement/point-of-non-determinism in real-time hurts my brain though. When you describe it so well it seems like the natural progression beyond one player game formats that are only marginally super-linear.

  2. PS. That Marshall Brain thing is naive, US-centric (in a bad way) and bordering on politically-biased. I was interested in the first part because I am doing a side-project on safety in work activity processes and I can assure you that the author is working from some unrealistic basis.

    The rest is just Asimov’s Foundation Series re-invented and condensed, only it lacks the broadness of vision that Asimov had in regards to the nature of inevitable pathways in social systems.

  3. If you have read “Conversations with God” this goes one step further in that there is only 1 soul (ie, God), however there are multiple instances of consciousness and levels of awareness (ie, everyone is an instantiation of God at some level of awareness). It’s a pretty high level concept that obviously isn’t really accepted by most mainstream religions.

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